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"To Be Chosen"

"To Be Chosen"
A Song from a Thing

I don’t know why I’m still surprised
To learn that I’m all wrong
In here, out there,
Its always been
A conclusion profoundly foregone

Well universe, I’ve heard you
Finally I understand
Your chosen ones are special
In ways I’m not as a normal man

To be chosen
Means you’re the right one for the job
Long ago foretold
By a man who’s old
That you’re a friggin god
Strong enough to lift a horse
But wise enough to not

Cause you’re chosen
So you ride the horse instead



Funny, I feared this moment
If and when I knew it true
Would make me feel as invisible
As the dad I never knew

But I’m still here, still standing
Far away from my hometown
There’s no quest for me to screw up
And no mother to let down


To be chosen
Means you’re destined to succeed
On your noble quest
You will do what’s best
Satisfaction guaranteed
You’re brave enough to start a fight
Men and monsters will be beat

Cause your chosen
And fate says you will win



Maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong
On fated wings a chosen one may soar
But there’s no way to steer
It is fate that takes the lead
After all, there’s just one way to do
What you were chosen for

To be chosen
Means your choices have been made
You can’t veer or stray
From your destined way
To the ladies’ great dismay
You’re man enough to love them
So devoted you steal away
(pause)
In the night probably

Cause you’re chosen
And that’s all you can beeee

As for me
I'll never be a chosen one
But I can choose to be a champion
 

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